That Abyss Evil God of Weak Divine Power, its form twisted and reeking of chaotic malignancy, appeared beside Kana without a sound, like a filthy conglomeration writhing in the shadows.
Its several limbs, of uneven lengths and covered in slick keratin or oozing pustules, restlessly scratched at the air.
A single gigantic, bloodshot compound eye was embedded in the center of its warped torso, locking onto Kana with unblinking focus.
Another head, goat-like in shape, hung crookedly to one side; its fanged mouth split open, emitting a hissing laugh that set one's teeth on edge, laced with undisguised scorn and malice.
A surge of divine might, just a cut above Kana's, the majesty of Weak Divine Power, pressed down on him like heavy, corrosive sludge.
This Suppression was not an all-out attempt to crush him, but more like a higher being's careless, mocking probe and humiliation—exactly in line with an Abyss Evil God's usual style.
